Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.